Hurt my loved ones? I'm not guarding this country's borders anymore!

Previously: "Please have a cup of good tea."

The pale moonlight shone on the pool of blood in Ghost's Sorrow Canyon, reflecting a blinding red.

As Shen Jinglong carried Qin Xuerong out of the canyon, Qinglong and Zhuque had already arrived with their men.

Seeing that the person in Long Shuai's arms was safe and sound, all the Long Guards breathed a sigh of relief.

But when they saw the scene deep in the canyon that resembled a slaughterhouse, everyone's expression changed.

A young soldier who had just enlisted saw the scattered limbs and severed bodies on the ground and immediately bent over and began to vomit.

"Clean up the battlefield. Leave no survivors."

Shen Jinglong's voice was very calm, as if he had just stepped on a few ants.

He gently placed Qin Xuerong on the back seat of Zhuque's SUV, covered her with a blanket, and then turned and walked back.

Qinglong felt a pang in his heart as he looked at his cold back.

"Commander Long, where are you going?"

Shen Jinglong didn't even turn around.

"There's still one fish that slipped through the net."

Deep in the canyon, a man in black, who was pretending to be dead, was terrified when he heard footsteps getting closer.

He had been hiding behind a rock and had witnessed firsthand how that demonic man tore his companions apart one by one.

He wanted to run away.

But my legs wouldn't obey me.

A black military boot stepped on his back.

"explain."

Shen Jinglong's voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth.

"Besides Zhang San, who else participated in tonight's operation? Where is Prince Anle's stronghold?"

The man was so frightened that he soiled himself and shook his head frantically.

"I...I don't know! Zhang San is our boss, we do whatever he says! I'm really just a gofer! Please, sir, have mercy..."

"Click."

Shen Jinglong stomped on and broke his left hand fingers.

"ah--!"

Screams echoed through the canyon.

"I'll give you one more chance."

The person cried their heart out.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Zhang San... Zhang San received an encrypted phone call before he set off! It was a woman's voice! She told Zhang San to capture Miss Qin before midnight and then send her to... to Deyun Wharf in the south of the city! There are boats waiting there!"

Deyun Wharf!

Shen Jinglong's eyes sharpened.

That was the largest smuggling port in Cangcheng, a place teeming with all sorts of people, and Prince Anle had businesses there.

"Anything else?"

"And...and..." the man trembled, "Zhang San's token! He keeps it close to his body! It has the character 'Heaven' engraved on it! Only those who possess the Heavenly Token can enter Anle King's core stronghold in Cangcheng...Tianyue Teahouse!"

Tianyue Teahouse!

A flash of inspiration struck Shen Jinglong.

He remembered that on the most bustling East Street in Cangcheng, there was a teahouse with extremely luxurious decorations, but usually deserted, named "Tianyue".

It is said that the owner of that teahouse has a powerful background, and even the city lord has to give him some face.

So that was the stronghold of the King of Anle!

Where is Zhang San now?

"He... he said he would return to Tianyue Teahouse to report to the Prince after he finished his business! He should... he should still be waiting for our news..."

"very good."

Shen Jinglong loosened his grip.

The man felt as if he had been granted a pardon and was about to get up and run for his life.

A swift chop to the back of his neck.

The man rolled his eyes and collapsed limply to the ground.

Shen Jinglong walked back to Zhang San's corpse and pulled out a blood-stained black token from his crushed chest.

After wiping away the bloodstains, the ancient character "天" (heaven) on the token gleamed in the moonlight.

"Commander Long."

Qinglong emerged from the darkness, holding a newly deciphered encrypted communicator.

"We found this on Zhang San. There was an unread message on him, sent half an hour ago."

Shen Jinglong took the communicator.

On the screen, a line of words appeared cold and glaring.

"Once it's done, return to Tianyue immediately. The Prince is waiting for you in a private room on the third floor. Remember, you must bring him back safe and sound."

Signed: King Anle.

A cruel smile curled at the corners of Shen Jinglong's lips.

"Azure Dragon."

"exist!"

"Gather everyone, let's go to Tianyue Teahouse."

He gripped the token tightly, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

"Since that old dog, Prince Anle, is so eager to see me, then I'll personally go... and have a cup of tea with him."

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Tianyue Teahouse.

In a private room on the third floor, an elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a magnificent brocade robe, was leisurely sipping tea.

It was King Anle.

Two guards in black stood beside him, long swords at their waists, their eyes wary.

King Anle took a sip of tea and nodded in satisfaction.

"The pre-rain Longjing tea from Cangcheng is still the best. Those so-called tribute teas from the capital are all a scam."

Sitting opposite him was a young woman with an ethereal air, dressed in a plain-colored long dress.

It was Princess Huimin.

She wasn't wearing a veil tonight, and a faint hint of worry lingered on her delicate face.

"Uncle Wang, are you really confident? Shen Jinglong... he's not easy to deal with."

King Anle gave a disdainful sneer.

"Difficult to deal with? He's just a stray dog. Wanted by the whole world, with morale low in the Northern Army, what trouble can he possibly cause?"

"I trust Zhang San to handle things. Once he brings Qin Xuerong here, won't Shen Jinglong be kneeling down and begging me for mercy?"

He put down his teacup, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

"At that time, not only will I be able to find out Gu Tu's whereabouts, but I will also take away his military power in the northern border."

Princess Huimin hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

She had a feeling that things might not go so smoothly tonight.

Just then, a commotion broke out downstairs.

Immediately following was the sound of hurried footsteps approaching rapidly from the stairwell.

A waiter from a teahouse hurriedly pushed open the door and entered.

"Your Highness! Something terrible has happened! There are... a lot of people outside! They've surrounded the teahouse!"

King Anle frowned.

"What's the panic? It's no big deal. Who dares to cause trouble at Tianyue?"

Before he could finish speaking, the door to the private room was kicked open.

Azure Dragon, accompanied by several dragon guards, charged in like wolves and tigers.

Just as the two guards were about to draw their swords, one of the Dragon Guards pointed a spear at their head.

King Anle's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly stood up.

"Who are you people? How dare you!"

Qinglong ignored him and turned to respectfully call out towards the door:

"Commander Long, he's here!"

A tall, slender figure walked slowly in against the light.

Upon seeing the person's face, Prince Anle's expression turned deathly pale.

"Shen... Shen Jinglong?!"

Princess Huimin also stood up abruptly, a look of disbelief and horror flashing in her eyes.

Shen Jinglong walked to the table, picked up the teacup that Prince Anle had just drunk from, and gently smelled it.

"Good tea."

He raised his head, and in his eyes was a murderous intent powerful enough to freeze one's soul.

"Unfortunately, it will involve bloodshed."

He loosened his grip, and the teacup crashed to the ground with a "crack," shattering into pieces.

King Anle trembled all over, but forced himself to remain calm.

"Shen Jinglong! You...you've gone mad! I am the Prince of Anle of the Imperial Court! If you dare touch me, you are committing treason!"

"Treason?"

Shen Jinglong laughed, a laugh full of mockery.

"You sent men to kidnap my people and set a trap to kill me. Why don't you call that treason?"

He pulled the blood-stained Heavenly Decree from his pocket and slammed it heavily on the table.

"I killed all your dogs."

"You think you can escape this by hiding here and sipping tea?"

He approached step by step, each step feeling like stepping on the heart of King Anle.

"King Anle, the game... it's time to end."

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, Zhuque's voice suddenly came through Shen Jinglong's earphones.

"Commander Long... something's not right! We just scanned the inside of the teahouse with thermal imaging, and besides Prince Anle and Princess Huimin, there's someone else hiding in a secret compartment on the third floor!"

"The scent is so familiar..."

Suzaku paused, his voice tinged with disbelief and shock.

"He's a high-ranking member of the Holy Lord Organization, as noted in the Xuanwu database!"

Shen Jinglong's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Holy Lord's people?

How did I end up here?

Could it be...?

He suddenly looked at Princess Huimin, whose seemingly innocent face...

A barely perceptible hint of panic flashed across his face at that moment.

Everything is clear now.